There is no real Buddhism, everything is just a cover for the brilliance, and when the stain is exposed, it all disappears.

The rich evil aura soared into the sky, as if it had floated from thousands of years ago, shocking the souls of millions of people.

A little stain can destroy a saint, let alone such a big pit.

The mother-in-law did not make a move against the big array, he only opened a corner of history, and the belief of the so-called millions of Buddhist disciples was like a tree without roots, blown by the wind, and instantly collapsed.

"How so?"

Monk Shi Yuan was sluggish, standing in place, he was the youngest leader of this generation of Buddhism, his future was limitless, and he could even enter the realm of disillusionment in the future, take over a large temple, and become the abbot.

But those evil breaths, the blood-black pit, seem to have torn off the skin of a person, no matter how beautiful the appearance is, after losing the skin, it is all white bones mixed with bloody flesh, which is shocking.

"Impossible, this is not my Buddhism!" Some Buddhist disciples hugged their heads and cried, and even some Arhats were dripping blood in their hearts.

Twenty-one because he had just entered the Buddha Gate from outside the mountain, he didn't feel too much, but his heart was also weird.

Buddhism is different from Buddhism in the eyes of everyone.

Zhong An looked at the group of depressed and even dull-eyed blood arhats in front of him, and shook his head sympathetically: "Buddhism has always been like this, but it has been more and more beautified later, once the erected image is more sacred, then it is easier to collapse." ”

"In this world, there are no saints. ”

Neither is he himself.

The old lion was already scarred, it only had one head left, and at this moment, it was lying on the ground weakly, but the head looked in the direction of the Holy Son Temple, and suddenly laughed: "I know! I know!

"Bullshit!"

"I knew I would have eaten more meat. ”

Then, its eyes stopped moving, its gray eyes stared straight in that direction, and its last gaze was fixed on the two Mo Guantian brothers.

Zhong An took out a piece of black cloth and put it on the old lion's body.

The old lion is indeed very old, it has eaten fasting and recited Buddha all his life, and finally feels that he is a beast monster, at least he has to fight to death.

Buddhism, dimmed.

The appearance of that pit was like a basin of cold water, splashed on everyone's hearts.

Not for the master to say, the reason why Buddhism can stand in the dark is because of the belief of millions of disciples.

But these beliefs are now collapsing like dominoes.

Because you believe, you have faith, and because you believe too much, you are too easy to collapse.

The sun in the mountain never sets, but the Buddha Gate at this moment is pitch black, and the sunlight seems to have avoided the Buddha Gate and fell around, but it never fell in the Buddha Gate.

After the prosperity, it was a mess.

Master Yunyou kept beating his heart, one after another, muffled, he couldn't breathe, he looked at the big pit at his feet, he felt that there were countless white bones, crawling along his gaze.

The abbot of Shili and the others were extremely pale.

The collapse of faith is the most terrible thing.

"Living long is a kind of strength. The Ink Demon Venerable raised his head and took a deep breath.

Granny Bao has lived too long, she doesn't have to do anything, her words can uncover the scars of the enemy, which makes people confused.

"The great abbots of the light of the past generations have known these things, so the great abbots of your generation of the bright light also know, but he has a weak heart. ”

Granny Bao doesn't seem to have said enough.

"The more weak the heart, the more I don't want people to find out, the more I want to dress up, so the Buddha Gate has a city wall, the city wall is getting higher and higher, and the Buddha Gate is becoming more and more mythologized. ”

"Of course, the old woman knows that many monks are blaming the impurity of the Three Immortal Sects, and Yun Mu, the head of the Three Immortal Gates, is also a person with a heart, but the Three Immortal Sects are stronger than your Buddhist Sect. ”

"You trust the light too much, you trust the Son too much, you trust the Buddha too much, even if the will of the temple says to erase the lives of billions of people beyond the mountain, you take it as the truth, in fact, it's not bullshit. ”

Not stunned by the master, they only felt cold, and the darkness around them eroded them.

Not far away, the abbot's face was gloomy, and his demeanor was constantly changing.

"Brother, this is your Buddha Gate?" Mo Guantian sneered.

"Do you know that for some reason, we were not saved from the crisis by the monks back then, it was just a conspiracy of the monks, and he had already taken this step at that time, provoking the contradictions between the Buddhism and the demon clan. ”

"He took advantage of the Great Abbot of Light. ”

"Of course, the Great Abbot of Guangming also has selfish intentions and wants to train us from an early age, and eventually become his thugs. ”

"It's just that there are always accidents. ”

The abbot was silent.

After a while, he said, "The Temple of the Holy Son has not yet fallen. ”

Mo Guantian snorted and said disdainfully: "The Holy Son Temple is not in the Buddha Gate in the first place, the Holy Son Temple is in the Three Immortals Gate, and the Holy Son Temple here does not fall, so what does it matter?"

"The Buddha Gate should have been rebuilt a long time ago. ”

"Since it stands on darkness, what is there to hide, darkness only, and the light of darkness is also light. ”

"The walls of the Buddha Gate should have been torn down a long time ago. ”

The caring abbot looked at Mo Guantian in a complicated way, and there was anger, hatred, and regret in his eyes.